Who: Jason Thomas, Tag Xavier When: Late May Where: Xavier's, Charles' office What: looking for some professional help Status: Complete Rating: PG-13
He felt strange standing here in front of Xavier's office. Certainly he would have never thought that he would be asking this man for help, but he had no other option. He had a hard enough time being locked up, but being loose and not able to indulge himself still was even worse. He had moved out of the room he shared with his brother almost immediately. He had too, or he felt he might do something he would never be able to forgive himself for. He had tried, tried to get things under control on his own, but eventually he came to the ugly realization that he needed help.
Finding help was easier said than done. The brotherhood had all of one telepath who might be able to help. He could have gone to Morro and she might have been able to help but that option was no longer open to him. She was dead. That left X-folk. Which meant that he had to go to Magneto to get permission first. That had been a terribly uncomfortable conversation, but the man had allowed for him to ask Xavier if the man would help him. Whether or not Xavier would, however, was up to the telepath. That was what lead him to head back into the mansion and towards Xaviers office. In an effort to show he was being serious and not trying any of his old habits, he actually was wearing a long sleeve shirt, buttoned completely up, and normal jeans instead of leathers or skin tight pants. It made him want to squirm out of his skin, he was so uncomfortable in the outfit, but sacrifices needed to be made. Jason gathered himself and knocked on the door. "Professor Xavier, sir? May I speak with you for a moment?"